Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chile and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Electric Prunes to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fugs,
Magazine,
X-102,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens,
Radio Birdman,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
Scientists,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
Ituana,
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.